P: tumhara chakkar chalte kitne saal ho gayeMe: 2 yearsP: kaise ladke ho, abhi tak kuch nahi kiya,Me: kabhi mouka he nahi mila.P: Jaldi mouka mil jaay...ga (Main ghabra gaya)Me: kya?P: kuch nahi, phir kabhi bataungi, Ek long drive ke baad hum apne 2 ghar chale gaye us din maine uski baatein soch-2 kar do baar musterbate kiya or phir 5-6 din baad unka phone aaya or unhone mujhe kaaha ki main ghar per akele boor ho rahi huun kya tum mere ghar aa kar mujhe company de sakte ho?Me: aapke ghar pe koi. Pouring myself a spot of Cognac was just the thing to enhance the warmth of the crackling fire I’d started. Attempting to relax on the sofa, I picked up the remote, found some nice, peaceful classical music, and waited for her to return. She came in and sat down next to me, her hand sensually stroking my groin. “I know he’s worked hard all day, but I was wondering if he’d like to inspect my esophagus. For medical reasons, of course! “Plus, I’d love some semen and, maybe, you wouldn’t mind. As i went to get dressed she stopped me. “What do you think you’re doing, i haven’t had my fun yet”I was soon on all fours and blindfolded and the next thing my hands and ankles were cuffed and I began to panic. She laughed and told me not to worry and I felt coldness on my ass and then her 2 fingers pressed inside again. Mmmmh! easy she laughed let’s see what else i can do. Next was something hard “What’s that” i asked then a vibration built up in my ass and she began to fuck me with it. My. ‘Mr. Lane?’ I asked tentatively. ‘Nope … sorry … you must have the wrong number.’ ‘Is this Walnut 2 9195 in Aberdeen?’ ‘That’s right, but no one named Lane lives here.’ ‘Oh … oh I see … I’m sorry to have bothered you.’ I hung up slowly. I was buffaloed. I had the right number. I was sure of it. I had dialed it so many times I could do it my sleep. Maybe they’ve moved, I thought. One way to find out was to write a letter to the old address and see what happened. If I got an answer, I’d know.